Rick Ross - New Greats lyrics

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Rick Ross - New Greats lyrics

Lyrics by: LeRoy Charles Brown III a.k.a. Short Fuze a.k.a. Fuze Shaquille K. Brown a.k.a. Highrowglyphfix a.k.a. Highrow Exclusive Publishing Rights Owned by: LeRoy C. Brown Jr. Music New Greats Hook (Rick Ross) You n***as a** backwards out here my n***a. Maybach music You wigs shouldn't cost more than your fur my n***a Brick in my jeans. 2 bricks for the ream, 3 bricks for the bimmer 4 oz promethazine. b**h I'ma dogg, b**h I'ma boss, all your is ….when that chopper going off. X2 Verse 1 (Short Fuze) I got my eyes on this money my lungs is filled wit that Kush always been beating the system getting my doe off the books pull up in something real nice sha shorties giving me looks don't take my kindness for weakness been known to hang wit them crooks But in my spare time I'm wit the Cloud Boyz rolling up we getting high boy I'm talking Blue Dream and that AK wit some bad b**hes that go both ways now I be right beside 'em tryna get up inside em and all it takes is that GoodGood and Henny to solve my problems Been a lot of places flying comfy I'm cooling champagne in my hand you n***as broke who you fooling we them new greats taking over writers wit the ill flow stackin all this paper you can tell by how the bills grow Verse 2 (Gucci Mane) Gucci.. Back to the old Gucci beat it like she stole sometin I'm on the stove top whippin up a whole sum Still got my old gun and hundreds from my ole run I clicking dope in the morning in my long johns Big booty b**h I'll buy that b**h Big body bimmer I had to git Right wrist cost me 20 bricks left wrist on some stupid sh** ? Verse 3 (Highrowglyphfix) Ayo its' Conceptz Highrowglyphfix; Short Fuze we ain't movin weight Doin shows frm state to state Where you wanna go just name the place Got some loud we about to face yeah We cruising Drop top porche 911 all white like im up in heaven These bars Im about leaven If I had the crazy gwap bugatti id buy seven Straight flexin no stressin Doin this music sh** is a blessin I reckon I go overseas and get a bad b**h thats french no dressin Thats right kickin it relaxing Any other n***a in my way Im pa**in Metaphors similes you dudes is slackin Now Im in the Aston middle finger Im laughin Uh too nice w/ the lyrics Slow it down yeah right I ain't finished Hangin in the UK with my suitcase smile cologate I ain't tlkin bout the toothpaste You n***as is loose weight lets talk about booth rates We payin that 25 you coughin up Bruce Gates f**in w/ ya boyz u know we some new greats Always eatin other rappers no need to use plates